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Anna Pammrová in the Library

November 9, 2011

IllustrationWe invite you to the literary evening organized for the occasion of the 150th anniversary of Anna Pammrová’s birthday - Anna Pammrová, her life, work and friendship with Otokar Březina.

The composition of texts, letters, and documentary photographs was prepared and will be presented by Milada Škárová. Petr Holman will present information about the important discovery of Anna Pammrová’s correspondence, addressed not only to Otakar Březina. We will also hear a sample of the newly found letters to Otokar Březina.

When: 23rd November 2010 at 17:00

Where: Montmartre Gallery, Řetězová 7, Prague 1

The event will be held with support from the Ministry of Culture of the Czech Republic.

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Letters to Olga – essays written in prison, letter

„I am a child of the age of conceptual, rather than mystical, thought and therefore my god as well – if I am compelled to speak of him (which I do very unwillingly) – must appear as something terribly abstract, vague and unattractive. But it appears so only to someone I try to tell about him – the experience itself is quite vivid, intimate and particular, perhaps (…) more lively than for someone whose “normal” God is provided with all the appropriate attributes (which oddly enough can alienate more often than drawing one closer). And something else that is typical of my god: he is a master of waiting, and in doing so he frequently unnerves me. It is as though he set up various possibilities around me and then waited silently to see what I would do. (…) His Last Judgment is taking place now, continuously, always – and yet it is always the last: nothing that has happened can ever un-happen, everything remains in the “memory of Being” – and I too remain there – condemned to be with myself till the end of time – just as I am and just as I make myself.“

Václav Havel:
Letters to Olga – essays written in prison, letter, August 7, 1980

Discussions in Lány II. (1991)Václav Havel: Suspicious to Myself